Warning: There is nothing positive or motivational about this post.
I’ve been getting caught up on blog reading today and found a theme in my comments to everyone: I was whiny as shit. It’s not even the whole back to work thing that’s pissing me off – work is okay. The kids are okay. But HELLO, I’m supposed to be running 70 miles this week. I have three more weeks until I can start tapering. I need these weeks to COUNT. I have to be at work by 7am – meaning running before work is limited. I live on a somewhat hilly, busy road so it’s a little dangerous when I’m trying to run more than 5-6 miles in the dark. And so I run after work. I don’t like the treadmill – but my paces are seriously suffering this week. I’m over it. I just need a minute to whine.
Every damn day this week. 90+ degrees.
And the humidity. Uhhh, isn’t the scorching temperature enough? Oh, and try to work out in the morning – the humidity is worse. Yesterday, I had a double. 5 miles in the morning, 5 after work. I still can’t decide which was worse. The air that was so heavy and thick that you could practically drink it, or the blazing heat in the afternoon? I’m still not entirely sure.
Seriously. The way it’s looking is that we will get some cooler temps for the weekend – you know, just in time for me to run in the morning anyway – and then guess what. It’s going to get hot AGAIN next week! I’m so excited!!!
I don’t know how much more I can actually take. I realize I sound like an asshole because I had the luxury of running early all summer long. I know how I sound. It doesn’t make 3:30 pm every single day this week any easier, though. There’s also the added issue that I’m pretty sure I’m going to shit my pants on one of my runs this week. It’s going to happen. I swear when it’s this hot out, my stomach hates me even more than it usually does.
And then, when I think about going on the treadmill, I read some positive “motivational” bullshit like this and throw up in my mouth a little:
Mother Nature, fuck you.